Kidnapped (open to one male)

Saraline continued to stroke Dustin's cock, his moans increasing as she kissed his neck at the same time. He began to grow larger in her hand and his breathing was coming faster, signalling that he was near orgasm. Releasing his cock, she slowly trailed her hand up the side of his leg, her fingertips gently playing at the skin at the base of his cock, not actually touching his throbbing cock at all. Kissing down the side of his neck and down his chest and across his stomach, she brought her hot mouth to his pelvis, kissing the skin just above where his hard cock stood waiting, her hair tickling him slightly. Sliding her hands beneath his ass, she pulled him up against her lips as she continued to nibble and kiss the skin, each contact making his cock twitch and him moan in frustration. Slowly licking once up the side of his cock, she started to kiss back up his body, stopping at his neck, biting gently.
 
Dustin had been so very close, so very close to cumming again. Then she stopped stroking and began teasing, a confident smile overcame the tied, spread eagle and naked man's face. She had done just as he expected, she could tease him as much as she liked, it was either all or nothing. The burning rage in his mind quickly overcame the small bit of teasing she was doing, instantly his cock began to deflate again, something about mind over matter seemed to apply very well to this situation.

Even as she came trailing up his body, the only thing that had gotten a twitch from his cock was her little lick. Now she had even forgotten again to hold his head down again, even though he lay with it on it's side, as if she was holding it down. When she was close enough he swung.

Clunk!

The dull thud as their skulls collided echoed about the room, Dustin was instantly dizzy, it had been a powerful collision and already he could feel blood dribbling onto his skin, from both his and the girls wounds. He swung again, but it was much less effective, only serving to smear blood over her beautiful breasts and push her back a bit more before the dizziness took it's toll and his head lolled back onto the soft pillow.
 
Saraline cursed as Dustin's head collided with her nose and she felt the blood start to gush. He had not hit her hard enough to break her nose, but enough to make it bleed and really piss her off. Sliding off of him she walked across the room and grabbed a tissue from the box, wiping the blood from her face and breasts where he had hit her the second time. She could feel him watching her from the bed, a large cut open on his forehead was bleeding slowly, dripping into his eyes. "I should just leave him there like that," she thought to herself, but, that against it. She didnt feel like getting anymore of his blood on her. Grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom, she went back to the bed and sat beside him. Unwrapping an alcohol pad, she grabbed his hair, holding his head still and wiped away the blood, the alcohol itself stinging the wound causing him to squirm. Unwrapping a bandage, she placed it firmly on the cut, setting the first aid kit aside on the floor. Dustin still looked dizzy from their collision but his cock sprang back to life as soon as her hand encircled it firmly. "Dont think you can get away from me that easily," she whispered in his ear, licking slowly from the base of his neck, up the side and along his ear before her hot tongue pushed inside his ear, teasing relentlessly.
 
Only now did Dustin realize how stupid it had been, dizzying himself like that when he needed to keep his wits sharply about him. The affects of the loss of blood, and the rest of his blood rushing towards his cock took it's toll, loosening his resolve and letting a large moan leap from his chest, all of it passion.

The questions that began running through his mind were beginning to make less sense, why was she doing this? Why him? Why now? Why ever? Because suddenly they didn't matter, he didn't give a rats ass. He just knew for some reason he didn't want to give her any satisfaction, but he wanted to cum, now!

No, no, no! How could he be thinking like this? He had to think straight, close his eyes and press his lips together. Stop thrusting his hips to meet hers, strain against her hands that held his head down, try and bite her finger! Don't, stop moving his hips! Stop! They wouldn't obey him, the thrust and moved, trying to drive up the pleasure, her hand felt so delicate, so perfect as it rubbed over his head again and again. Her tongue darting in his ear made him moan and shiver, he was so close. Almost... There...
 
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Saraline loved the sounds of his moans, caused by the passion she was instilling in his body. She knew he wanted to cum and yet he was too stubborn to beg her. Stroking his cock, she brought him almost to the point of orgasm and then stopped, her mouth continously leaving hot trails along his neck and ears. She brought him near to orgasm three times and still he remained silent except for his moans of pleasure. She was going to get from him what she wanted, even if it took all night. She wanted to break his will and have him beg, she needed to hear him beg.
 
Almost there. Almost. There. Three times, three times! She had brought him tot he bring of orgasm, and had been careful enough not to let him spill over the brink, squeezing the base of his cock and stopping her lips from moving on his neck or ears, once nipping his cheek because of how painfully close he had come, and needing pain to take his bodies concentration from the bubbling passion deep in his balls.

His cock was almost a purple color now, the blood coming so thickly into it's veins. His balls were engorged and turning blue, literally attaining that infamous status of 'blue ball.' His moans were constant, his breath coming in short gasps as she kept him on the bitter edge, his eyes were still alive with resistance. The human body had breaking points, and one of them was approaching rather quickly, any moment now his body would not be able to take the teasing and would come without any physical stimulation at all, it was at a point where it did not need it anymore. "I'm not going to beg bitch." Dustin grunted, glaring into his captor's eyes.
 
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"I'm not going to beg bitch." Dustin grunted, glaring into his captor's eyes.


Saraline shook her head at his resistance, knowing that he was almost in pain with the amount of release his cock was begging for. "Oh you will beg, slave," she whispered in his ear. Leaning over she took the engorged head of his cock in her mouth and licked it slowly, tasting the precum that spurted from the end. Her hot mouth moved up and down his hard cock, drawing pained gasps from his lips. She knew he was almost at the point where he would have an orgasm whether he wanted to or not, but, she knew how to tease a man, how to prolong their orgasm so that they had to beg or else they did not get release. Slowly she licked the end of his cock, his orgasm starting to build each time and subsiding as she removed her mouth.
 
Dustin watched as her mouth slowly traveled for his cock, slave huh? So that was the reason behind all this madness, she was some sort of Domme that got pleasure out of teasing and torturing me in a sexual way like this. Being in command over their entire body and mind, she already had his mind, but Dustin vowed again she would never touch his mind.

Her mouth encircled his cock several times, he grunted each time her mouth slipped over his head. His cock strained each time she finished, his breathing was heavy and quick, his chest rose and fell quickly. He felt the bubbling, the swirling of all the pent up cum in his balls, it was time. No matter what she did he was going to cum, he waited for the release, closing his eyes and allowing the feelings to wash over him...
 
Saraline felt rather than saw his orgasm start to build, an orgasm that stopping what she was doing was not going to halt. Grabbing his hard cock painfully at the base, she squeezed tightly, cutting off the blood flow to his cock, stopping the orgasm in its tracks, the pain she was giving him outweighing the pleasure for the time being. "I said you would not cum without begging me for it," she said smugly. "Now we can continue this torture all night or you can just beg me for release." After his orgasm has subsided in his body and his cock and grown flacid in her hand, she started to stroke him again, slowly bringing him to erection, his frusterated groans music to her ears.
 
The fact that he had orgasmed, but had not shot his cum was nearly a nightmare. It remained trapped, the most powerful, un-fulfilling orgasm ever imaginable for the young Dustin. He screamed in frustration as she began to stroke him again, "Stoooop! You fuckin dyke, fuckin cunt! Just get the fuck away from my cock!" It was pure anger and rage, hatred for every fiber of her being and existence. His balls were throbbing painfully now, begging for relieve from the choking sperm that made his ball sack look like a water balloon filled to nearly bursting. Pre-cum streamed unceremoniously down his dick, coating her hand, his balls and insides of his legs before dripping to the bed. Dustin's head thrashed from side to side as he screamed, willing himself to wake up from this dream, this nightmare.
 
He screams of anger sent thrills through her body. He was every bit the challenge she had imagined him to be when she had noticed him walking down the street and decided at the spur of the moment that he was the one she wanted. "I have already told you that there is only one way to stop this tonight," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against him. "If you want release, you will have to beg for it. Fighting it is just making it harder on you, not me. I can continue this all night."
 
"Noooooooooooooo!" He screamed, his body nearly wracking in another orgasm without cum as her hand tightened hard on his dick. But it did not yet for she had stopped, Dustin took a deep shuddering breath. Prove it. His mind said, clicking back together. The brief respite had been enough, he knew it would be painful, but he wouldn't beg, never would he do so. She wouldn't last the whole night, not with all the squeezing of his cock she would have to do. He would cum, without her permission or consent, and most assuredly without his begging. His eyes met hers and locked together with them steadily. They did not waver or budge, not even as his cock continued to twitch and spasm between her hand, not even as his ball sack welled up even more, stretching the already sensitive skin, no even as his balls disappeared into the swelling. Not even as pre-cum swirled out of his cock, through her painful vice.
 
Saraline did not back down from his angry glare. He was crazy to believe that she would not break him eventually. He would beg her eventually, even if she had to take more extreme measures to make him beg, not necessarily for release, but, maybe for his life. Pulling out the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed she pulled out a paper bag. His eyes grew wide as she she dumped the contents of the bag out onto the bed. A large dildo fell onto the bed, followed by a butt plug, cock ring and a jar of lubricant. Picking up the cock ring, she slowly slid it down the length of his cock, the tightness at the base of his cock creating the effect that her hand was having on him earlier, keeping his cock erect and not allowing him to cum. He seemed to breath a sigh of relief when she scooped up the rest of the items and placed them back into the bag. She had made know what else she had available at her disposal and it was up to him whether he was going to force her to resort to them or not. Sliding on top of him, she rested the entrance of her hot pussy above the throbbing tip of his cock, teasing him
 
Dustin swallowed hard as he saw the ring being fitted, he had known he could beat her, her mortal hand he knew could not have stood up to the force behind his cock. But a ring? A metal. A machine. He did not know, and suddenly he was scared, and in pain. The throbbing in his balls grew worse and worse, it wasn't even pleasure that he wanted now, it was just release from the pain. She had tightened the clamp so hard not even pre-cum was able to escape. He whimpered, "Let it off, please!" He said loudly, unable to take the pain. Somehow he did not think begging for release from the pain was the same as begging for pleasure and he was quick to plead, "Please fuckin damn, it hurts, let it off!" He yelled now, his whole body trembling from the pain that shot from his groin all across his body.
 
It hadnt been Saraline's intentions to cause him pain, at least not yet. She had nt realized how tight the cock ring would be against his swollen cock. Leaning over she loosened the cock ring, not taking if off and leaving it just tight enough that it still restricted him from cuming, but was not as painful as before. She saw a brief look of relief cross his face, to be quickly replaced by a darker more angry look and she once again positioned her hot pussy above his cock, the hot wet folds teasing against the tip, her tongue making its trail up his neck once again.
 
Dustin no longer cared how his body got the pleasure, the release of such. Even her releasing just the little bit of tension from the ring had let a spurt of pre-cum jump from his straining cock, it was like a mini-orgasm woman talked about all the time. Not enough to satisfy, just to make you want more. He thrust his cock towards her pussy, pushed his ear into her mouth, trying to get her to make him cum. He moaned and groaned, but never once begged for for it, only unintelligible words came from his mouth, none resembled pleading either.
 
Saraline pulled up as Dustin tried to sink his cock in her hot pussy, seeking release in any way that he could get it. Holding his hips still with her knees she slowly lowered herself on him, grinding against him before withdrawing again, he cock twitching uselessly. She knew by the way he was squirming beneath her that his body wanted release and it wanted it now, right away. Her tongue continued to explore his ear and trail along his neck to his other ear as she continued her descent and withdrawal numberous times over
 
A growl now rolled through his chest, her pussy was so warm, so inviting and when it slipped over his cock he could not help but growl, pant and moan through it. His cock convulsed in orgasm again, but with no relief but a smalls stream of pre-cum it nearly hurt more then provided relief. He strained angrily against the bonds, "Goddamn you bitch!" He growled, shifting so hard the bed moved over three inches, even though he himself did not manage to move at all on the bed.
 
Saraline remained still on his cock as his orgasm hit him, not wanting to provide him any pleasure until he was ready to beg for it. Once his orgasm had passed she continued her slow torture of his cock, drawing it deep into her pussy only to release it again withing seconds. His moans were loud enough had Saraline had any neighbours they would have heard him. "Calling me names is not going to get what you and I both know you need and want. Ask me, beg me and I will give you what you want and more."
 
Dustin had to listen to the words, and he hated himself for it. She would release him, release all that pressure behind the metal, all the pleasure he had been striving to run from all night with a little begging, pleading with her. The loss of dignity for a few moments of absolute bliss. Dustin gurgled in his throat before loosing a thick wad of spittle straight into her face, "No. You can do that all night, it hurts." He shook silently as he said the words, he knew that he was going to probably permanently damage something down there, but in trade for his dignity he would rather be maim or infertile. In other words he would not give in, until pleasure returned to the equation, and there was absolutely none more to be gained by keeping the ring so tightly, and to touch his cock anymore. It was just pain now.
 
Saraline shook her head as she wiped his spittle from her eyes. He sure was a fighter, she had to give him that much. No matter how much pain she put him through or how much pleasure he was till not giving in to her wishes. Sliding off of him she moved across the room out of his view, needing some time to think of what she would do next. Returning to his side she released his cock from the cock ring, letting it spring free. Leaning over him she softly kissed the skin where the cock ring had dug in leaving red marks on his shaft. She had taken away the pain now, all that was left was the pleasure. She tried a different approach. "Beg me to cum, beg me for release or I will return the cock ring, tighter than ever and you will wear it until I say otherwise."
 
Dustin grinned, he had won in his own eyes. "Fuck yo-." He murmured, curling both his wrists and giving her the bird even as pre-cum streamed from his cock, loosening the pressure on his balls and sending a shock of pleasure straight to his heart, it made his heart skip and his mouth freeze. "Fuck." He breathed, it felt like syrup flowing through his veins, warm milky syrup that was sweeter then everything he had ever dreamed of.

His mind wavered slowly, the resistance was crumbling as more pressure was released by every small ounce of pre-cum that escaped. "Please," It was a bare whisper, "Please let me cum." Noooooooo! His mind screamed as it heard the words coming from his mouth, how could you betray yourself, this close to winning! He had nearly won, the pain would have killed him, you could have made it! "Please, I need to come now!" He needed it, badly, to get rid of his conscience that screamed at him, cursed him and called him everything he was, a coward, pussy, wimp, bitch. A single tear slipped from his cheek from the pressure in his head, "Please." It was soft, just as the tear fell from the side of his face.
 
Saraline almost felt sorry for him as he watched his tear fall from his cheek. Leaning over she licked his cheek, following the trail of his tear and then kissing him softly on the lips. It had taken him a long time to give into her and she knew he hated himself for it. Straddling his hips, she slowly slid her hot pussy over his throbbing cock, wanting to feel him cum inside her. Rocking gently against him she slowly brought him to orgasm, when he finally got release his body bucked wildly on the bed, thrusting deep inside her causing her to cry out when her own orgasm hit her.
 
There are no real words to describe Dustin's experience as he went through, but these words will try their best.

First he felt the delicious warmth and friction of the still wet walls as his cock plunged into the warm recesses. His cock was so stiff and hard, anything it touched had to move. It pressed directly up against his captor's g-spot, and then he came.

First his toes curled, along with his hands, the ties all groaned as his legs and hands tried to retract into the fetal position. His legs bucked his hips upwards, further pressing the cock into her pussy. Then he came.

It was a torrent of come, shooting out of the semi-crushed pipe with unnatural speed and power. Every strike of the white, thick liquid came harder and harder onto the wall of her pussy. And it did not stop. For nearly a whole minutes his body remained at this high, her orgasm resetting his own when the pussy muscles began to vibrate around her own.

As for his mind, it went blank, only mind numbing pleasure flowed through. Pulse after pulse of pleasure sent streaming through his mind. He screamed, something he had never done before, he screamed even more loudly as his second orgasm took hold just after the first. It unleashed more cum deep into his captor's pussy, always right on, or next to the g-spot due to it's hardness. There seemed to be no end in sight as the torrent just kept coming and coming.
 
Saraline rode him hard as he continued to cum, the waves of pleasure shooting through his body were almost as strong as her own as his hard cock continued to rub against her G spot over and over again. After his first orgasm she thought he was done, but then a second orgasm shook his body and she felt the beginning of a second orgasm build in her as well. As her orgasm came crashing down upon her she screamed loudly, her nails gripping his shoulders hard. She had never had an orgasm like that before and she felt a brief moment of disappointment knowing she would probably never be able to experience one like that again. Her orgasm subsiding and his body finally relaxing against the bed, she leaned down and kissed him at first passionately and then more softly, her tongue gently prodding his lips.
 
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